Something warm and light pierced though my skin. Heavy and dazed, my limbs slithered under heavy fabric, — a quilt.
I put my head pout, my heavy eyes opening as if after they had been glued together and landed on the open window, smaller than the window I saw last night.
Dizzy, I turned to the other side of the bed, and found no one. The bed was smaller, the sheets were different, yet similar.
I opened my eyes fully and found myself in my bedroom, in my bed, under my quilt. My body quickly sat up with a stunned astonishment in my core. I was in my apartment.
In my apartment!
I quickly got up from the bed, I was still wearing the outfit I wore yesterday and stumbled towards my living room in search of him. But he was not there.
Then to the kitchen, no one and then to the bathroom. No one. There was no one. I sighed a heavy weird feeling out as I walked back to my living room, taking a seat on my couch.
I rested my heavy and tired elbows on my thighs, pressed my face to my palms, feeling all sorts of ways. Then a chuckle escaped my lips.
My heart was not aching like it was before. There was another feeling residing in its place.
Maybe it was a dream after all. Maybe I had drank too much. There was no other explanation. The dream was vivid though — weird, so real. I could feel everything, hear everything. It was like he was there, right in front of me. I thought and lifted my face from the warmth of my palms.
My head went silent, my heartbeat dropping. There was cut on my palm, about which he was fussing about.
I stood up to my feet, staring at the cut, feeling it to make sure it was real. My eyes wide as the truth settled upon me, my senses accepting the reality of it all. It wasn't a dream.
"It wasn't a dream!"
THE END
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